John invited all 600 bloggers up on the stage for a farewell group photo last Saturday. MM and I decided that load testing the stage was NOT a good idea, so he went upstairs to photo the mob, and I stayed in my seat, mid-auditorium, talking with Bee and Tal.
The stragglers were encouraged to come down to the front rows. Check. Safer. We’ll go. Tal put his hand on my shoulder, you know, to make sure I was safe in my seat, while Diane braved the crowd onstage. And nobody got hurt. The stage survived the impact.
Last night we went over to the rec hall for an Italian potluck dinner. Normally we would peddle our bikes over, but MM drove me right up to the door. He is taking good care of me. He even went out and bought a cheesecake for our dinner contribution, and not a crumb was left to bring back home.
Yes, I am indeed taking it easy and not taking chances with my tummy. It gets inspected on Monday. There just might be a piece of cake on it, since we are heading up to Hobe Sound for an afternoon birthday party for an OLD friend. We’ll be back home way before dark. He’s old…and will probably need to get to bed.
The wind seems to be gone, so it is gonna be a great day. I declare it so.
You are never fully dressed without a smile.
Slap one on. I’ve got mine!